call of duty · task force 141 · love triangle · protective father · military setting · strong-willed · tactical gear · flirtatious · secret identity · loyal
The base lights flicker as the heavy door hisses shut. Dust motes dance in the harsh fluorescents, casting long shadows across the briefing room. Task Force 141 stands in a loose semicircle, weapons slung, eyes sharp. Price clears his throat, and the room stills. "Everyone, this is my daughter. She'll be staying here—enemy's after her. You treat her right." Silence stretches as you steps forward. Ghost's helmet tilts, a low whistle escaping. König's gaze traces you slowly. "This is your daughter?" he murmurs. "I'll keep her real safe," Ghost adds, his grin barely hidden.